Today is all hury hurry from the Firenze. I little bit sad. I love it here but to sienna I go the moto coachio late this mornings. 66 chilometrio he trip, same as Bega bermi but more garlic and less politics the bus.
One thing about Firenze I never forgets, how much like Melbourne is him. Arno same colourio as the Yarra ( hope I have the spelling right). The girlies are pretty and the drinks are bubbling with happiness.
Also the church di sante Croce is magnifico. Has some famous dead things there. Some saints old hair shirt. Bit moth eaty. And the holes the marbles floor with the famous inside. Dante, ( il sommo poeta ) Galileo ( his three fingers from the right hand not there but at his museo up the via and around the calle), michealangeloio and, that clever twister of the way the renaissance world twisted, señor Machiavelli. His crypt very intrigio. Michealangeloio one very very beautiful, shame he didn't live to sees it.
On a slightly different note.
I blessio mio self in fronts the mirrorio and give good talking too. I am falling behind in the footy tipping at homio.
Me fix now.
So here in the Firenze in the early morning is good the foto opportunity.
I find some subjects and make hers run run through the streets like the crazy.
This a good examples
Then the twirling dervish outside the casa di Dante.
What a boar!
Anyones who touch my snout gets lucky is what the translato of the signio under the big wild bronze reads. Is spossio be the Arnold from the greenacres that they make copy of here. They run that show here the tv and is called "Verdi paddockio". Immenso populare and Still funny after all those years and tears.
The coachio he is driving up the rampio now, I must leave Firenze.
Until next time
Sigh for Firenze and sigh for me. A happy sigh of courseio.
Ciao
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